[color=92278f][h2]Griffin[/h2][/color]
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The books fell onto the floor with a loud thump as Griffin finally reached his bedroom, a palpable sigh of relief escaping his lips as he stretched out his hands. Those iron clasps were no joke and while Griffin was no stranger to manual labor carrying around all that weight wore him down quickly. Shaking off the last of the ache, Griffin decided it was time for a smoke break and grabbed his coat. It was a big black Carhartt, tough, warm, and undeniably the most expensive thing in his wardrobe. The smell of cigarette smoke and weed dug deep into its fabric and while it didn't bother him personally he knew better than to let it linger for long. He'd need to do a bigger laundry day than he thought.

Giving Poe a small pile of potato chips and a scratch under the chin, Griffin made his way outside into that winter air. It hadn't warmed up much but it wasn't miserable and that's all that really mattered to Griffin, enjoying the sky as afternoon began edging into evening. Unfortunately he was pulled out of his reverie by a loud [i]"Dammit all!"[/i] followed by a small square getting chucked somewhere into the snow. Turning to the source Griffin was met with quite possibly the most attractive man he'd ever seen and it would be a lie to say that it didn't catch him off guard. However he shook it off quickly and put together the context clues of unlit cigarette and small square object chucked into oblivion. Walking over to the guy Griffin was able to recognize him as one of the people in the Library he saw earlier.

Pulling out a pink lighter and flicking a flame to life, Griffin held it over to the man in a relaxed manner as he began fishing in his pockets for his own pack of smokes.

"Rough day at the office bud?"